“there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it...
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and wait
in that
space.”

“sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted-
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be
Bukowski.”